- Mood:
Suffering - Listening to: The Great Collapse by Shadows Fall
- Reading: The inside of my eyelids... finally
- Watching: UFC
- Playing: how to make life difficult
- Eating: Food
- Drinking: King Oak Milk Stout
So, if I held a contest (that means there would be a prize), how many of you would enter, and how many of you would spread the word?
Devious Comments
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~Caboose: I don't want to be dead, I want to be alive! ... or a cowboy!~
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hug someone. it makes them feel better.
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So very lazy
...that has not been so easy of late!
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I am the artist and I am the art--alone unknown and torn apart
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My main account: *Viika
My second account ~viikas-fractals
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Life for you, has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive, is what makes us who we are
\,,/{>.<}\,,/
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Tired and lonely. Sitting and staring
Weak and filthy. No longer caring
Wasting to nothing. The rubble of you
Hoping for something. Poison where love grew
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What passion is there in Times New Roman text?
So cold, precise and stark black
against this terrible and unforgiving white.
-From Times New Roman
~Aimee~
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